Fjernere

Endnu fjernere vil jeg
Men tro mig, når jeg med min ryg svindende bort
prøver at råbe at det ikke er en flugt.

Further’s what I want
but believe me when I disappear
and try to shout that this is no escape.

Reading some poems in Michael Strunge’s “A virgin from a chilly decade” when there really is no time. Exams to construct, prospective PhD students to interview and kids wanting to play. At least the two days in Skellefteå were peaceful, I went running with my colleagues and we ate a lot as custom suggests.